Myles Munroe in his book, In Pursuit of Purpose, recounted the story of a wealthy man who was not contented with just being rich. “Let me go. Please let me die,” sobbed the man as another young man struggled against the waves of the open ocean. “Just a few more minutes, sir, and I will have you safely to the shore,” replied the young man, gasping for every breath.   Finally they made it to the beach and both fell, desperately exhausted, onto the sand. “Why didn’t you let me die? Your deed is the curse of my existence.” The young man demanded the reason for such a response to his rescue efforts:   Winston had known Mr. Cambridge for many years and had always admired the hardworking businessman for his success. Winston had always wished he’ll someday be like Mr. Cambridge. To him, Mr. Cambridge was a role model that embodied all he hoped to be someday. Having worked all his life to achieve the status of being the wealthiest man in the city, Mr. Cambridge owned millions of dollars and an enviable mansion on the beach front. He was the father of three well-educated children who all worked in his companies and the husband of a woman who loved him. Hundreds of friends, relatives and admirers looked to him for inspiration.   Winston asked, “But sir, why do you want to die?” The old man buried his face in his hands and lamented, “What was it all for? Is this all there is? What did I gain? I made my parents happy and proud of me and my wife has everything she could desire. My children lack nothing, my reputation among my friends, associates and enemies is impressive. But what next, I’m unfulfilled. For years I have been so driven by expectations of others that I have not discovered my reason for being.”   Why get so obsessed with ambitions? When you’ve achieved all you want, what next? You die and go to heaven a floor member? It’s time you started channeling your breath, energy, career, wealth, talents and all else towards doing God’s work on earth. The moment you are born again, your life is no longer yours. It was never yours anyway. A story is told of a man named Elvis who rose to be a very successful economist of his time. He became a professor of economics without attending a single economics class. He was famous and respected across England. One day he was found dead in his apartment. He committed suicide and left this note; “Life is Meaningless.” It didn’t have to be.